Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I leave her pussy for only a minute as I bite her ass, and she yelps in pleasure. “I don’t think you understand the precarious situation you’re in,” I say before I continue to suck on her clit and fuck her with my fingers.
She’s quiet for a moment until waves of pleasure break free within her and her pussy muscles squeeze around my fingers. Anya squirts and moans as I taste everything she’s offering until she goes limp. Even after her orgasm, I can’t stop tasting her. Don’t ever want to stop.
My cock aches, still pressed against my trousers. When I step away from her, I half expect her to run for the door, even with her skirt pulled up around her hips and her arms bound behind her back. But when she looks up, that lustful expression is raging.
I let her stand, then I grab her jaw as I kiss her. She might not like it yet, but it’s sure as hell progress from last night when she fled because of it. “Fucking beautiful,” I say as I bite her bottom lip and tug on it with my teeth.
“Sit on the chair,” she commands. “And drop those fucking trousers.”
I smile and pinch her cheeks. “So these lips aren’t just ornamental?”
“You have one chance,” she bites.
I chuckle as I round the desk and notice a small pillow on the manager’s chair. I drop it on the floor for her and unzip my pants. “The belt stays around your wrists, though,” I say as I let my pants drop to my ankles and fist my cock. She licks her lips at the sight.
“I expected it to be bigger,” she says dryly, and I’m not so insecure to think that this isn’t one of the biggest cocks she’s seen. She still gets on her knees on the pillow and has a taste. The moment her tongue runs up the bottom of my shaft, my entire body goes rigid.
Fuck, how I’ve thought of her every night since first meeting her. Waiting for the day this poisonous tongue would be on my cock.
Anya is used to being the one pleasured. I doubt she’s gotten on her knees for many men, if any. The thought of her being with any other man pokes an ugly, lethal side of me, and I grab her chin before she can suck on my cock.
“You will swallow every drop,” I command.
She flashes a wicked smile, as if accepting the challenge, and when her lips surround my cock and that venomous tongue slides against my shaft, I know I’ve met my match.
“Fuck,” I grit out as she bobs on my cock. I can imagine her, arms still bound behind her back, pussy pulsing around my cock instead. That sweet cunt of hers milking me dry. I want to fuck her so badly. I grip the armrests of the chair so I don’t do exactly that. Maybe it’s me who has to be tied up against my own urges instead.
Another knock on the door. “Fuck off!” I bark out, and can imagine the vein in my neck bulging.
I bend over slightly so I can grab one of her tits and pinch at the perfectly pierced nipple. She moans around my cock, and it’s my undoing, as I blow into her mouth. Like a good girl, she takes her fill. My hips jerk as I cling to the chair.
I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Then again, nothing compares to this. To her.
Anya licks at the tip of my cock, her lipstick slightly smeared and most likely all over my face and cock, but I don’t give a shit. I grab her chin and bend over to kiss her. She freezes under the touch but doesn’t pull away.
“See how good we taste together,” I tell her, appreciating the curve in her posture with her hands still bound behind her back.
“There is no we. There is simply fucking. And this high school shit of holding hands and foreplay, apparently,” she says with an unimpressed look.
I smile as I stand and lean over her, undoing my belt to free her. She rubs her wrists and then wipes her lips.
Another knock on the door. “Fuck off!” we say in unison.
I look at the wall clock and realize we’ve been in here for over thirty minutes.
She smiles sweetly. “Can I leave now?”
“No. We still have a meeting to attend,” I reply, sweeping a glance around the room. Items from the desk have been knocked to the floor, the pillow discarded to the side, and my ass cheeks imprinted on the leather chair.
CHAPTER 24
River
“Boss, they’ve been waiting for over thirty minutes,” Michael says as we walk back toward our table. Patrick is glaring, clearly not impressed. But he’s not alone. No, he has Amanza, his sister, with him. She lights up when she sees me, and I notice Anya’s curious gaze.